I soften to the joy

that cracks through me—

a fleeting moment

I have been longing for.

My thoughts are gentle,

chirping something sweet.

Yet in the distance,

doubts sway in the wind,

drawing closer,

ready to turn

into fear.

I know—

I’ll be left craving,

waiting,

hoping my joy

might linger forever.

How lonely it is,

to yearn for something

before I’ve even

finished savourin…